"Give it me," returned the carpenter; "all's safe. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. We vampires have awesome powers of regeneration, given adequate donors. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. And now take away those cards, and never let me see them again. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. And I don’t.
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